When Meteor created Zombies ¡ But lets Do Business in Apocalypse (slow update )

Tables's Gone - Table's Back

Human is a social butterfly. We live off with the feeling thay we belong.
At the same time human itself is cruel, vile, treacherous. Helping someone, you will only reap pain. Everybody is by himself. Everybody only wanted to survive. Before, money is the root of all evil, but in the apocalypse, survival is the root of all.

"haaaa.. Reality bites. I dont have money. Hahaha " i humored myself.

But then, i already planned it all out.
I dont care what mom and pa will do or what reaction my sisters will have but i need to utilize everything i have. We need to prepare since we dont have much resources.

My father is not a good one. Not good in a sense that when he is drunk, he swears and curse us alot but atleast he provides 3 meals a day. When he is not drunk, he is okay but if he is, he usually touches my bottom line. But then again, we have a mother who always explains that he is still our father nonetheless.

Atleast this mother of mine takes care of us. Bickers and stands against our father if he is too much.

Got 2 younger sisters, Steph, 1 yr younger than me and Sam, 16 yrs old.

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After dinner, i called them in our mini living room except for my son.

" i called all of you for a reason that I wanted all of your cooperation." i started with a complicated face.

" haaaa?" Sam blurted out. Arching her brow.

"Atleast for now, father is not that drunk with just one glass of brandy." i added. Snickering, trying to laugh at my own silly joke.

"one year from now, apocalypse will happen. Earth will be hit by meteors. This meteors will scatter all around the globe and will cause a big change. Specially in every living things."

"okaaaay" steph answers seriously.

"Mutations, zombies, super powers and killings will be witnessed. No one, nothing will be spared of the changes" i speak slowly with a heavy tone.

"believe it or not, i tried my best to comeback. I sacrificed alot just to comeback here." i mutter. Not giving out those b.s. reasons from the novels; "por que I have a dream or I was given a top secret information." Nope. I want it plain and simple.

"As of now, what i have is my space system. Where i can store anything, including a breathing person."

"this table here" i said and wave my left hand.

The tables gone.

Wave my left hand again and poof, the tables back.

"This aint magic, this is my spatial system." i said as i look at them one by one.

My sisters are excited but mom and pop arent. They've got a worried face.

"no worries, you guys are my immediate family. I can bring you inside to live with me and my son. But others, i cant. I dont have the capacity." i deliberately lowered my gaze. Guilty.

In this life, i wont make any mistakes that will kill my loved ones once again. Safety first, before help. Experience during the Apocalypse will harden your heart. Traitors are everywhere. Even blood relatives will sell you out for a kilo of grains.